I don’t often write here about my wife. I have, in the past, written just a tiny bit about her. This is, mostly, in keeping with her preferences. She’s private. She didn’t decide to write a blog – I did. I wrote three extensive posts about her, almost a year ago, and maybe I’ll take […]

Friends of T’s and mine bought me a bottle of Scotch. A really nice bottle of Scotch. Before I say much, know this about my whisky-drinking: I’m a boor. I know what I like, but am not a snob. I don’t know (or care) about the various regions of Scotland, distilling techniques, barrels, or what […]

My wife recently forwarded me this article, by Rebecca Solnit, about violence against women. “I think,” she wrote, “it would be an interesting thing to repost on your blog.” She was right. What should we do about rape, about male sexual violence against women, about male violence? They’re epidemic, and we all lament them, but […]

I love how they show off your body. How they cling to your calves, your knees, your thighs. I love how, when you wear them, I see – I can’t not see – the curve of your ass, your hips, your thighs. Under a skirt? Under a dress? Without either? Damn. More, please. More.

In that way we sometimes do, we sometimes have to, just given the realities of life, we had prenegotiated what our sex would look like that night. “I want you to go down on me when we get home,” T said as we headed out to the family affair. “Of course,” I said. Seven hours […]

There’s a little “open relationship mini-quiz” that’s been making the internet rounds lately. It showed up here, and here. I thought I’d tackle it as well for your reading pleasure. 1. What insight about open relationships do you wish you had when you started? 2. What has been the hardest thing about opening your relationship, […]

We walked into the dark bar. Neither of us was feeling especially revved for the date. We weren’t at our best. Still…. T looked phenomenal in a striped maxi-dress from American Apparel. I was in my usual jeans and t-shirt, my head shiny, my beard trimmed. The front room was mostly empty, save the lone […]

But enough about me, back to T – T, who didn’t ask for me to keep a blog, and doesn’t derive the same benefit I do from my story, our story, being “out there.” I’ll tell you a bit about T, but I’ll do it in a way that necessarily will be somewhat gestural, directional, […]

I have competing urges when it comes to writing about T, about our relationship, about our sex. I’m proud of us, and like a little boy with his penis, I want to show off the things of which I’m proud. We’ve been through the wars – only some of which you’ve read about, even if […]